Sacrifice of Worship – Timothy Brindle feat. Evangel & Ackdavis

Verse 1: Tim Brindle
This sermon’s from 1 Peter 2/
But don’t take my word it please first read it dude/
And search-See, it’s true/
We destroy deceit we find/
So hypocrisy we put away like toys at clean up time/
Cause sin is wack-Now Evangel, Tim, and Ack/
Feed the milk of the Word to those fed up with smilax/
Though cats keep laughing that we’re corny/
We can’t stop cause God’s given us a passion for His glory/
And though they reject us by the Father we’re chosen and precious/
Like costly stones on a necklace/
We once was tasteless but since the Son has saved us/
We’re convinced of us this from the taste test
We behold that He’s good/
So if He’s holy, let’s be holy as His holy priesthood/
But not to add to Christ’s death-That was priceless/
But to offer up praises of spiritual sacrifices
And though filthy and wretched/
Since he took our guilt we’re accepted/
Through the cornerstone the builder’s rejected/
He died for his bride-He’s marrying her/
We’re a chosen race like Hitler thought the Aryans were/
But not based on pigment or skin color/
We’ll be placed in Christ to be saved from sin’s cellar
We was living in madness-but since Jehovah saved us/
We approach his greatness with unlimited access/
Saved for this reason alone to fall on our face/
And holler His praise at the scene of His throne/
Til then we’ll make sure that his shine’s seen/
As we fervently offer up worship with rhymes schemes/
Instead of spitting secular garbage/
We proclaim His excellencies on 52nd and Market/
To the living God, it’s vital we give props/
And never offer up rhymes to the idols of hip hop.

Verse 2: Evangel
Truly unworthy/
Now I present my whole body as a sacrifice in view of His mercy
To clear up the debt of sin we’ve cashed in the act of Christ/
And lashing his back with stripes with spiritual medicine/
Renewed through the bible I fight my truest rival/
Trying to kill myself like I’m suicidal/
Tongue once a militant shank, unwilling to thank/
Lewd aggression fill in the blank/
Now it’s used for blessing/
Used to talk in pride and falsified/
And lied while my law-defying feet walked in stride/
I used my head for a crowd of cheers and styles appear/
Now it’s loud and clear it should be bowed in prayer.
They were once grips for looting and fists for duking/
Now my hands I throw up like my wrists were puking/
In praise, not loving the carnal/
Sin amassed back then, past acting like Governor Arnold.
My eyes were disgusting with the crust of lusting/
Peerin at the whoas-Now I’m crosseyed like I’m staring at my nose/

Don’t walk in the flesh like Pro Keds/
One Left Eye sins, get rid of the Lisa Lopez/
I make them an offer/
Ring to the king as their placed on the altar/
By faith-there you’re altered/
And that’s my life of service avail to live godly/
Cause daily my body’s a sacrifice of worship.

Verse 3: Ackdavis
Holy, holy holy is the lamb in which we direct their attention/
He switched us and now directs our affection and senses/
Hence this rap is written with excellence and given/
To the God who manifested himself to this vessel He lives in/
He’s risen, so forever we’ll praise his name/
I’m through with the monkey business-no more signing contracts with orangutangs.
I’ve changed lanes and I claimed the slain/
Son who hangs on the cross-And now me and his DNA remains the same/
To Christ I’ll write rhymes divine pipe bombs/
Delight psalms to put Christ in the light as an icon/
I con–struct hype lines that lift his name on the mic/
In the world that puts the Son down like it’s night time/
I often stand in awe of the flawless author of life/
Who’s awesome and altered my life-Now I’m caught up/
So now all that I offer is my life/
As a living sacrifice without crawling up off the altar/
I’m not moving-It’s yours Lord cause you’re Lord/
Please pour more of yourself inside of this poor cords/
Of course with my sword I’m determined with more force/
To build my house on the Rock, which your Word is the floor boards/
And let myself beat the guy on the Forth Horse/
And beat my flesh to the point that I am a sore corpse/
And let my life be the kind that the Lord sports/
And outshine your shine that was shining before yours.

Hook:
Stop the music-this is my sacrifice of worship/
To my master Christ-With this rappin mic I serve this/
Glorious king before Him I bring/
The song of thanksgiving-This is the chorus I sing.

Stop the music-this is my sacrifice of worship/
To my master Christ-With this rappin mic I serve this/
Glorious king before Him I bring/
The song of thanksgiving-This is the chorus we sing.
So stop the music.